Chapter 215: Iron sign, mending, vector line kill.

The eyes on that face weren't quite normal, the lids a thin pinkish color, like newborn flesh, and when you looked at them, the capillaries were so well defined that you could see the full shape of the eyeballs.

The two eyeballs rotate under the nearly transparent eyelids, making a creepy "bone-rattling" sound, as if the vitreous humor is squeezing each other inside.

His skin was pink, like a newborn's, including the upturned corners of his mouth, so tender that he could be poked and prodded.

...... Those eyes did not capture the prey he thought they would in the cave.

Bai Anyi, from top to bottom, surveyed the face that loomed beyond the hole in the tree.

As soon as he recognized that the feet did not belong to Bai Anyi, he made his move.

...... He moved away from the hole, rubbing his back against the inside of the trunk, his feet on the dry, jagged inner trunk, and by the strength of his back he pushed himself up a little into the hollow above the hole.

All the man saw on the outside was the empty hole in the tree.

But as soon as he sticks his head in and turns it a little ......

Bai Anyi gripped the stone knife in his hand.

In such a small place, if someone found him, he'd be dead.

But if he dies, what will Bai Anyi do?

He is not alone, his life or death concerns the existence of another.

But the most terrible thing did not come to pass.

The man's face shifted and disappeared in front of the cave.

Bai Anyi, however, does not slacken off, holding a stone knife in his hand, jamming his heel into the folds of the hole, not moving at all, and breathing only through his nose to ensure a minimum level of oxygen.

In this moment, Bai Anyi's mind was unusually clear.

He stared at the varying colors of flying dust in front of him and thought about many things.

His back itched and tingled from the sweat that seeped through it.

A large blue-winged insect perched on the roof of the cave landed on his face and crawled from the right side to the left side of his face with a clucking movement of its legs, and he was oblivious to it as if he were an old monk in meditation.

Because he heard distinctly.

Outside, there were no footsteps crunching through dead leaves to leave.

As it turns out, Bai Anyi's hiding skills aren't that great.

...... Therefore, the man did not leave and stayed outside the tree hole, waiting for him to go out.

The weight of the body, the weight of the air, and the weight of a pounding heart took Bai Anyi's breath away.

He held up the mirror to his face.

The tree had a sparse number of small holes in it, letting light inward and reflecting a bewildered face.

And "Bai Anyi" didn't show up at all.

Bai Anyi embraced a stone blade and thought, what kind of skill is it that he has awakened?

He was reported by Jiao Qingguang before he had a chance to test it properly and entered the watchdog organization; after entering this world, even with the protection of "Bai Anyi", he has tried more than once, but failed every time.

He simply didn't know where to apply his strength, just like knowing that there was treasure in the mountain, but he simply didn't know where to drop the shovel.

"Bai Anyi" told him to take his time.

But right now, the man was just outside the hole in the tree, patiently waiting for his chi to run out.

What exactly is his other escape?

After his mind was in turmoil for a while, Bai Anyi held a mirror in his hand, closed his eyes, and wordlessly recited a few favorite formulas so he could stabilize his mind.

While chanting silently, he suddenly heard a strange commotion coming from outside.

A faint "eek" sounded, causing him to open his eyes.

When the sound of footsteps rustled outside the long-silent hole in the tree, even though Bai Anyi had been prepared for it, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

He held on to what little chance he had, hoping that the man had noticed something unusual or had left in a hurry.

However, the footsteps chased after them for a few meters before standing and stopping.

The visitor smirked, "I thought it was some powerful psychic ability, but it turns out to be a barrier?"

The sound of galloping footsteps from outside cut off Bai Anyi's last hope.

He suddenly raised his foot and kicked hard at the inside of the trunk.

The bark rustled under his feet with a crunchy snap.

Right in the middle of the fallen bark, a head peeked in from outside the hole in the tree, folding over and looking in his direction.

That is clearly an adult head, the head did not produce a few hairs, the color is pink, the voice also carries a share of male and female indistinguishable delicate soft, toddler-like voice line in the tree hole swings out disgusting let a person out of goosebumps echo: "...... you really are here ah. "

Bai Anyi didn't give him another chance to speak.

He leapt down from the top of the hole in the tree where he had bent to hide and aimed his right hand stone knife at his head, stabbing down hard!

The imagined sound of skin splitting open did not ring out.

A soft, snake-like arm burrowed in at an unthinkable, anti-ergonomic angle, catching Bai Anyi's hand in advance.

The childish voice blinked once and smiled, "Catch~it."

And Bai Anyi, only by the light that filtered in through the opening, could see the gradually coagulating, rust-like blood on his hands, and his eyes immediately burned.

What happened next, even Bai Anyi himself did not understand.

In a life and death situation, he exploded with intense force, grabbing his arm with his left hand and dragging the man hard into the hole in the tree where there was basically no room to dodge!

In the confusion, Bai Anyi doesn't know what he grabbed, only remembers awkwardly locking himself around the man's throat as he scrambled like a pink catfish, disliking his ribs with his elbows.

Bai Anyi was thinking of only one thing.

To live, get out alive and go to Senior White.

Eventually, it is Bai Anyi who struggles to climb out of the hole in the tree.

Touching the false light of day outside, he shivered as if he had been dipped into cool water and looked back into the darkened hole in the tree.

Spinning around, he lowered his head and looked at his hands.

On his hands were large, bizarre, threadbare scars.

Those threads strangled his flesh with a trickle of blood that seeped all over his palm, and he rubbed the blood away with the back of his hand before he could barely make out the shape of the wound.

Where did ...... get the thread?

He couldn't think about this in detail, and redirected his gaze to the hole in the tree.

As a scholar in an ivory tower, he does seem a bit more naive than the norm.

But equally, he has a self-contained, tight logic that is hard to match.

Just like in a laboratory, if you want to complete an experiment safely, you must eliminate all possible pitfalls.

Bai Anyi removes the stone knife he'd slipped into his pocket in a panic on the way out, walks over to the hole in the tree, probes into it, and fumbles to cut his unjustifiably scarred jugular vein.

Oddly enough, not much blood gushed out of his neck, and the blood was a weird pale pink color, as if it had been diluted.

Bai Anyi pulled his hand out, sat quietly on his knees for a moment, and again, just to make sure that one-in-a-million chance didn't happen, probed into the hole again and nailed him once in the heart and once in the head.

This is now a complete death.

Bai Anyi held on to his numb legs and walked step by step in the direction Bai Anyi had left.

After a few dozen steps, he stood firm.

"Bai Anyi" was lying on the ground with a huge wooden hammer nailed to his chest.

The tip of the wooden pounding was stabbed in from behind his back, pinning him face down on the ground, wondering how he managed to turn himself over.

He opened his mouth and took his in his slippery, blood-stained hand, trying to say something to him, Bai Anyi just waited.

But "Bai Anyi" didn't say anything.

Bai Anyi waited, expectantly, until the fingers holding him began to harden.

Bai Anyi watched over him for a long time, until the time was up and Bai Anyi's form became more and more transparent and finally dissipated in a breeze.

From the palm of his clenched left hand, a strangely patterned iron plate fell out.

The chain of the iron sign was broken, Bai Anyi hadn't seen it before, it should have been ripped from the body of the pink-skinned man just now.

Bai Anyi, dumbfounded, picked the iron plate up off the ground and put it away in his pocket.

It was as if he had witnessed his own death.

Bai Anyi touched the blood on the ground that had already frozen and clumped, thinking in a trance that the Hokage had come back to rest, then he had to let him rest a little longer.

Bai Anyi took the mirror and went on his way alone.

He walked through the roiling wasteland as if he were in a lonely, silent vacuum of the universe, where meteorites, stardust, and small comets trailing fiery tails, glided silently past him, and he was always alone.

Bai Anyi embraces hope, occasionally looking down at his reflection in the water.

But "Bai Anyi" never showed up.

Bai Anyi wondered if he hadn't gotten well yet. Shouldn't we give him a break?

While traveling aimlessly, he came across an acquaintance.

The man was carrying a corpse on his back, followed by a petite woman whose clothes were in tatters.

The two parties rolled over the dunes, a hundred meters apart, and hit each other unavoidably.

However, the other party had no intention of attacking and just stared at him.

Bai Anyi's memory is quite superior, and he remembers the face, as well as the name affixed to the outside of his capsule.

He greeted him from a distance, "Wei XVI?"

Wei XVI was a bit surprised, "Remember me, Little Glasses."

Bai Anyi smiled, rightly so, in reply.

Wei XVI ran out a few steps towards him, then realized that he was carrying a heavy load, so he stood still.

"We just lost a teammate on our side." Wei XVI took the initiative to invite, "What's your ability? Do you want to join? And have a companion as well?"

Bai Anyi replied, "No need. I have company."

Wei XVI neither hurt him nor invited him with much enthusiasm.

He remembered that Wei XVI had greeted him warmly in the carrier.

However, nearly ten days had passed, and he had probably lost his initial enthusiasm.

Bai Anyi turned on his wristwatch to see that there were twenty-six survivors left, and his odds, too, had risen to 1 to 8.

He didn't take much joy in it, just shone the data on his wristwatch into the mirror to show his reflection inside.

Two nights later, he arrived at a wide body of water after a long journey.

These days, he had a lackluster life, and could only pass the loneliness in his heart by memorizing formulas.

The only mishap worth mentioning is that he meets a face down on the ground, skinny, skinny woman on the road.

She fell to the ground along with another broken male body, next to the burned out embers of the fire.

Bai Anyi, go search her for anything good on her.

Of course, because of his ability to be acutely cognizant of his own weakness, he is a man of insurance.

After testing her breathing, he raised his stone knife and stabbed the woman in the back of the heart.

Who would have thought that the woman suddenly howled in pain, like a fish that had been hooked by the lips and thrown ashore, rolled over, thrashed on the ground a few times, and stared at Bai Anyi with bloodshot eyes.

Then she died of gas.

Bai Anyi froze for a moment before realizing what kind of trick this was.

The woman's psychic ability, perhaps, is to close her breath and survive in a low-circulation, low-consumption state.

The odds were that when a normal person saw a dead body, they would search for anything else usable on them. She should have caught a lot of food by using herself as bait.

...... Like the one lying beside her, this male corpse with the flesh of his thighs shaved clean from the welcoming bones.

However, Bai Anyi was probably the first person she had ever met who knew the art of mending.

Bai Anyi had rummaged through her, and had come up with something unexpected.

An iron plaque with the same odd pattern, made to look like a necklace, hung around her neck.

Bai Anyi took out the iron medal that had fallen out of Bai Anyi's body, compared it, and hung his head helplessly.

Even if he had a million questions, he wouldn't have the chance to ask her again.

Having landed on his feet at the water's edge, Bai Anyi, bored, lifted his hand and touched the surface.

The water rippled with his touch.

There was no answer.

The water was dark and heavy, like a huge mouth without boundaries.

Looking at his own reflection, Bai Anyi became obsessed.

It's only at times like these that Bai Anyi comes to his senses.

...... "Bai Anyi" is indeed missing.

The other him in the world, the one who understands Bai Anyi, will never come out again, no matter what he calls it.

...... his friend who was only seven days old.

In a flash, Bai Anyi's reflection in the water, looking down, moved.

He reached out and touched the water, "Senior, you come out ......"

The shadow in the water, surprisingly, spoke.

"My little Narcissus." The reflection in the water spoke, "The break was a bit long, sorry to keep you waiting."

Bai Anyi's spirit shook and he held his hands on the edge of the water, "Senior? You ...... you're okay?"

The reflection in the water under the salt-like snow-white moonlight smiled, "Yeah."

It reached out from the water, "Here, come to me. Want to see what it looks like inside the mirror?"

Bai Anyi naturally passed his hand up.

He couldn't tell if he was calm or panicked as he was dragged underwater by a huge force.

As countless amounts of water squeezed into his lungs, cracking the veins in his lungs, he could vaguely see, across the water, two figures standing at the edge of the water.

"And I don't know what he saw."

"I can give him whatever he wants to see. Are you sure the sign is on him?"

"We'll find out later when we fish him out."

The buoyancy of the water propelled him upward, he wanted to see who had killed him, didn't want to end up in a confused death, but the top of Bai Anyi's hair had just surfaced when it was pressed down hard by a cold hand -

Drowning was an extremely long process, so many fragments flashed through Bai Anyi's mind.

Two years with Jiao Qingguang ended in his compassionate eyes, like a parent who sends their child to an Internet addiction school, hell-bent on doing what's best for the child.

The seven days with Bai Anyi are vivid in every frame.

Who killed him? And who killed himself?

Who the hell is the guy with the iron sign?

He hadn't figured out what was going on yet, and he couldn't die.

He can't die if he wants to see him and save him.

With this in mind, Bai Anyi sank to the bottom of the water, like the Narcissus of Greek mythology, who died following his own shadow.

Bai Anyi, died at the hands of an alien who specialized in creating illusions. Name unknown, identity unknown.

......

Time to go back to the present.

"Bai Anyi's concerns are few and well organized, and most importantly, like Bai Anyi, he has a great ability to accept reality.

Having learned the cause of Bai Anyi's death in his last life, "Bai Anyi" has finished asking the important questions.

"No idea who killed him?" "Bai Anyi" said, "It's like him."

He asked again, "He agreed to lend you his body?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, "Bai Anyi" muttered, "Without consulting me."

Immediately thereafter, "Bai Anyi" asked a third question: "And who are you?"

This question, he was directed at Lou Ying.

"His facilitator." Lou Ying points to Chi Xiaochi and introduces himself, "Ability is Data Decomposition, Name is Pool."

Chi Xiaochi: "......"

"Just kidding." Lou Ying laughs, "Chi Jiangyu."

After the initial agreement was reached, Bai Anyi's hostility towards them faded considerably.

They set up camp in the grove.

In the post-apocalyptic world, Chi Xiaochi exchanged ten military tents, high-power hand-cranked power generators, automatic pots and pans, electric ovens, all kinds of tools, and even high-quality egg tart crusts.

When he pulled out the hood, "Bai Anyi" cocked his head, "His powers are doraemon?"

Chi Xiaochi put the dissected snake segments into the bottom of the pot, and with a stabbing sound, the oil was fragrant: "What are his supernatural powers, don't you know?"

"Bai Anyi" thought carefully and replied, "He's no different than usual."

After dinner, "Bai Anyi" deactivated her powers and returned to Bai Anyi's body.

He's not very excited about people who aren't Bai Anyi.

For safety, Lou Ying and Chi Xiaochi both sleep in the same tent.

Lou Ying asked him, "What are you going to do?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "Iron plates, pink-skinned people. Enough clues, next, the investigation."

"How to investigate? Bai Anyi's powers are still unclear, your body ......"

"Uh-"

Chi Xiaochi stretches out her arms and covers her eyes.

"Uh, uh, uh~"

Lou Ying laughed out loud at the odd sound he made when he was deep in thought, "Take your time, I won't rush you."

Chi Xiaochi sidled her head, one eye peeking out from under her arm, "Speaking of which, how did you get yourself into this mess?"

He spread his arm to feel his mask, uncovering it to look at it a little, and frowned in distress.

Lou Ying turned sideways to look at him, "Would you like me like this?"

Chi Xiaochi was stunned and blushed a little, unconsciously moving her body outward.

Lou Ying turned her body completely sideways, revealing the shiny stud in her right ear, and whispered, "Re-introducing myself, Chi Jiangyu, Shifter is especially fond of you."

Chi Xiaochi inclined her face, "Meat."

Lou Ying : "If I say I like you too seriously, you'll think it's untrue. How about this?"

He said seriously, "I'm not your neighbor's brother anymore, helping you with your homework, copying formulas, and sorting out mistakes all day long, I think ......"

Chi Xiaochi suddenly rolled over and sat up.

Lou Ying is surprised, "What?"

Chi Xiaochi said sharply, "Formulas! Which formulas did he memorize?"

Lou Ying quickly responded, "Bai Anyi? In the hole in the tree?"

Lou Ying's computer memory came in handy.

He recalls, "The first ......AdS/CFT holographic dyad? 'AdS' = 'CFT', referring to the conformal field theory that 'a gravitationally attractive system is equivalent to being on its boundary'. It's just a hypothetical inference that has no basis in reality yet."

Chi Xiaochi mumbled once and shook her head, "Not this one."

"1/u + 1/v = 1/f, the lens imaging formula."

Chi Xiaochi read it.

Still nothing has happened.

Did he guess wrong?

Chi Xiaochi hesitates for a moment, "Is there more?"

"dx/Ax = dy/Ay = dz/Az, the vector line equation."

Chi Xiaochi close your eyes and finish your meditation.

And when Chi Xiaochi opened his eyes again, what met his eyes left him speechless for a moment.

The dust that had been shrouding his eyes dispersed, and in his hand, circle after circle of light blue light twined around it, as if it were solid when his fingertips tugged at it.

Lou Ying stunned with a hint of surprise: "The pink-skinned guy in the tree hole ......"

Chi Xiaochi looked at the line in his palm, the dappled blue light floating between his hands reflected beautifully in his eyes.

He said, "...... was strangled by a vector line."